Brutal battle

She cracked her knuckles. “Don’t worry,” she smirked. “I always know how this ends.”

The clones began to move again, but Prime Mona didn’t even blink.

She walked forward as the world bent around her.

“Round 2, boys. Let’s see if you learned anything from the last multiverse I broke.”

Behind her, Jupiter stood up, emboldened.

Nxy’s book gleamed once more.

Angelica lifted her sword. Najimi spun her bat.

The battlefield was frozen—not by power, but by presence.

A thousand Zachary clones stood tall, crackling with apocalyptic might.

Angelica raised her blade, flames ready to dance. Nxy pulled her rewritten grimoire close. Najimi tossed her bat and caught it again with a grin.

Jupiter’s fist glowed with condensed starlight.

But before they could move—

A single hand lifted.

Prime Mona.

“Stop.”

Everyone hesitated.

She stepped forward, her tone light, confident—unchallenged.

“These clones are perfect replicas of Zachary, huh?” she mused aloud.

“Same power, same mind, same ridiculous obsession with control?”

She smiled. Not wide. Just… knowing.

“Cute.”

The clones noticed.

They raised their hands, gathering erasure, void-flares, anti-time strikes, paradox bullets.

A thousand ultimate-level techniques, prepped and aimed.

And still, Mona kept walking.

Then—

She disappeared.

No flash. No sound. Not even a ripple.

She just vanished.

For 0.0000000000001 seconds, the clones were confused.

Then detonated.

They didn’t explode from force.

They collapsed—inwards.

As if the universe had decided they were meaningless.

As if Prime Mona simply looked at them and thought: “No.”

Prime Mona descended, her aura folding space into a casual breeze.

“I spent eons in Limbo,” she said, stretching a little.

“Learned every secret it had. Absorbed the truths beyond truth. Drank paradox tea with a titan of contradiction for breakfast.”

She looked back at her stunned friends.

“Compared to that? These knockoffs are Saturday warm-ups.”

And then she pointed forward—toward the ascending path.

Where Zachary, the original, awaited.

His presence loomed.

And still, Mona smiled.

“I'm countering on you Mona."

"Show him who's boss."